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Maeve

Aftercare Instructions

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Congratulations! Your rescue dog has just been reproductively sterilized and will no longer be capable of adding to the world’s population of unwanted pets.

Your rescue dog has just had fairly major abdominal surgery, so please follow these instructions to make the healing process as successful as possible. Keep your dog quiet for as long as you can. No running,

and absolutely no jumping.

Try to keep her from excessive playing with other dogs.
It is very important that the incision stay clean and dry.

So try to stay on sidewalks and other areas that are free of debris.

Meh. So I‘m not going to win the Foster Mum Of The Year award.

But it is Maeve‘s last day with us, and I wanted her to enjoy it!

Yay! Thanks for letting me out of the house finally!

I‘m also not going to win the plain old Dog Mum of the year aware either. Not judging by these faces.

Oh yay, she‘s making me sit like a bunny. Again. Whoopee.

BRAAAAIIIINNNNSSSS. As in, ‘grow one‘ Food Lady.

If I knew how to sit like a bunny, I would totally do it for you, Food Lady.

Kiss ass!

I will sit like a bunny! And then later, maybe I will pee on your bedspread, or eat something important to you.

*sigh* Is she gone yet?

(Excuse me. I cannot sit like a bunny, but I CAN look very sad and implore you to spare a cookie.)

That‘ s right folks. Tomorrow Maeve is going toward the light – err, I mean, she is going to her new forever home.

We‘ll all miss her around here. And by ‘all‘ I mean me. I‘m pretty sure no one else in this house will care. They will probably all be relieved that her constant energy has left the building.

Little do they know what‘s waiting for them just around the corner (Tuesday! He comes home on Tuesday!)

I am moving in a week, so won‘t have time to post much on 3WAAW for a bit. I will however try to keep 365Puppy updated as often as I can, so check in often!

But you know what the best thing about walking with my doggies on a rainy day is?

Pointing the camera down and capturing this:
Awwwww :)

See you soon, readers!

Tick tock, tick tock

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Where does the time go?

Can you believe this strapping young lad:

Was once this little guy?

Zomg, Ryan, you got huge!

What?!

Waaaah!! My lost youth! Woe is me.

I guess I’ve got puppy growth on the bean today, as I ponder what this little feller is going to look like one day.

Since this photo was taken, I’m told his white bits are getting all freckly!

I know you are all VERY excited to watch Spike-o-saurus grow up, but I gotta tell you, I’m afraid!! It has been a really looong time since I raised a puppy (and that puppy was Tweed, which doesn’t give me a lot of confidence!) and I’ve forgotten everything.

But you have been craving a puppy forever, Food Lady! No I haven’t – I mean, I have, but I crave puppies in the abstract. Cutiepie wiggly fluffy butts. Not peeing, pooping, chewing no-training machines. Eep.

So you swapped Maeve for a little puppy. You suck. Maybe I do suck, but I assure you, there was no Maeve swapping going on here. I love my Miss Maeven, and she is pretty much exactly the age I would *prefer* to adopt … because I’d much rather have an idea of a dog’s structure, temperament and drive than the unknown of a wee puppyblob. I prefer a little training, an attention span, the Oscar-winning bonus of being HOUSEBROKEN and sleeping through the night. Maeve is SO MUCH WIN. Young adults are a million times better than puppies. You just remember I said that the next time you go looking for a dog to adopt.

Liar. You were going to adopt Spike all along. Nope, I really wasn’t. I *heart* the whole litter of pups – again, in the abstract. I loved going to Hilary’s house, smergling puppy bellies, and then going home to my well trained* adults. I was not in love with any one puppy. And Spike really was the litter leftover – we received over 100 applications for this litter and exactly zero of them were for Spike. I’m not sure why, but I hope I can raise him right and make all 100 of those people feel like they made a big mistake! (actually, I only want to make 93 of them feel like they made a mistake – the other 7 adopted his siblings, so by default I automatically love those people. They’re family now.)

*Woo excepted.

Do you know what the temperament tester said about Spike?

BIG PERSONALITY.

Oh boy. What have I done?

I should’ve just kept Maeve! Although after today’s mud splattered outing, perhaps not too.

What?

Miss Graceful did a faceplant into 6 inches of mudpuddle. And you wonder why she wouldn’t make a great agility dog?!

Ridiculous. It was just a little mud. Stupid, fussy, fastidious Food Lady.

It’s the worst time to get a puppy too – smack in the middle of my move, no money, no job, right on the heels of Miss Maeve, who leaves 24 hours before Spike arrives … ugh.

I just hope it doesn’t stress the Big Dawgs out too much. They’re already going to be sad that we are leaving behind some of our favourite places, like Bridgeman Park in the Fall.

Auntie Jody, did she just say ‘no more Bridgeman?’

I just hope that bringing home a tiny humpable will distract Mr. T!

mmmm … humpable puppy …..

Oh and have I mentioned that Mr. Woo HATES puppies?

Like this puppy, seconds before Mr. Woo informed him he was about to get his butt kicked clear across the Lower Mainland.


There are only 3 things in the world Mr. Woo does not like:
1) lettuce
2) being left behind and
3) puppies.

Great.

Anyway … got any idea for a name for Spike? I’ve not come up with anything good for him yet.

And who wants to puppysit for me on Sunday evening, November 1st? My wonderful mum got us tickets to see David Sedaris in Vancouver for my birthday gift.

He’s really cute! (Spike I mean, not David)

Do you notice how in EVERY photo of Spike, he is looking straight at the camera lens? Yeah, that might have had a little something to do with my decision … :)

So Long … Farewell

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It’s time to say goodbye!

We had our last puppy visit last night. This weekend the Peanuts turn 8 weeks old. Next week they head off to their new forever homes. A happysad time for all.

Adios, Charlie. Enjoy your new life with Sue and Glee!

What? You’re sending me away?!

You’re going to LOVE living with Phil and Mary, Franklin!

*yawn* Wake me when we get there.

*zzzzzzz*

Buh Bye Linus. Scott will treat you right!

Yeah uh-huh, whatever, NOMNOMNOM

Make us proud, Lucy. The Deacons can’t wait to welcome you!

Put me down. There is havoc to wreak.

And I’m taking this with me.

Patty, please do something with those ears before you go live with Cathie.

I’m affronted!

Sweet Sally, I’m sad to see you go, but Nan is going to love you.

ha ha ha. That’s what she thinks. I hope she has lots of pants.

And Schroeder, please don’t bite the Jan and Wally in the crotch!

Stop pointing that facebox at me.

Pretty soon it will be time to say good bye to Miss Maeve as well.

Say what?

Today she is meeting what we hope will be her forever home, on beautiful Bowen Island.

Don’t make me go! I wuv you :(

BOOHOO! I am so sad about Maeve. But I know she is going to LOVE her new home. No Tweed standing sentry in doorways to prevent her from coming in to visit me. No Piper to flash Mad Teeth ™ at her every 10 seconds. Two humans who will take her hiking and swimming and trail running – she’s going to absolutely adore it there. I wouldn’t let her go if I didn’t think she would.

So who wants to help me move into my new place on October 30th. Anyone? Hello?

*crickets*

Oh come ON people!! Lend a girl a hand!

I’ll let you hold my new puppy, Spike!

(didn’t see that one coming, did ya? Heh heh heh).

Seriously though, I could really use some help moving…

I’ve Had All I Can Stands

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I can’t stands no more!

For adoption:

One slightly soggy porcupine.

Expands to (almost) normal size dog when shaken out.

Can be modeled after your favourite female superhero:

as well as programmed to “talk”

This dogupine is part of our “Action Pack”

but is offered as a single unit.

Miss Maeven is officially listed for adoption :(

I’m sad. But I can’t say Piper’s sad.

Free! I’ll be free!

Awww shit. GET OUTTA HERE, MAEVE!

And while I’m Mad Teeth(tm)ing Maeve 6 ways from Sunday, could you please ask Tweed WTF he’s doing in the shot?

Read my teeth. I. HATE. YOU.

*sigh* One day I will be Maeve-free.

WTF? Are you still here?

I left my heart

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in Surrey.

(in Hilary’s kitchen)

ZOMG! It’s 7 week old Linus! Who has been adopted – not by me, sad to say.

(insert pouty face)

Aren’t they humungoid now? Puppies grow obscenely fast.

Charlie, the heartbreaker

Lucy, Diva in a puppy suit!

The coveted, but adopted, Patty

Her mother’s daughter, Sally.

“Eff-You Camera” Schroeder.

And the irrepressible Spike AKA Mr Personality!

For some reason, I completely forgot to take photos of Franklin (adopted), so I’ll give you a second helping of Spike.

Gah. The cute. It’s too much!!

But I guess it’s a good thing I left my heart in Surrey, cuz that’s where I’m moving at the end of the month!

This is my new home, dubbed “The Little House On The Prairie” by my (mean) friends.

That’s my backyard, with an apple orchard and a fire spit for rowdy barbeques.

And this is TLHOTP viewed from the other end of the 10 (count ’em, TEN) acres my wee house sits on.

I’m officially movin’ to the stix. Commence mockery …. now.

What do you think of that Rivet?

Meh. I can cover my nose with my tongue.

Miss Maeven was a little more excited for me, at least. Of course, Maeve is excited about *everything*

But I don’t think Maeve will be coming with us. For this, you can blame Linda, mostly because it makes her feel guilty ;-)

As much as I adore her sunny personality and enthusiasm, and her simply adorable face, Maeve is built like a tube with 4 ramrod pistons for legs. She is a lovely dog, but she’s not put together for the rigours of agility. Ten acres doesn’t equal ten dogs, and my 4th and last addition has got to be able to play with me for a long time. It breaks my heart – I mean, it shatters it in a million pieces, you’ve no idea how much – but I just don’t think I can keep her. She deserves someone who won’t be disappointed that she can’t be a sporty partner.

OTOH, today I hate agility so much that I might be inclined to change my mind. Again.

I guess every dog comes into your life for a reason. Perhaps Maeve came into mine so that I learn the valuable lesson of letting go of what I think I want, and holding out for what I know I want. Either that, or the universe is a big mean bastard with a sick sense of humour.

*grumble*

Fortunately, I have Tweed to lighten my pissy mood.

Oh hai, I’m in your lens, stealing your perspectives.

I’m going to go drown my sorrows in research on chicken … brands? Breeds? Whatever, I’m gonna get me some chickens when I move!

Get off my land, city slicker

They don’t even grow horses properly out in the sticks! Yeesh.

Booty-licious

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In the ongoing war of The Food Lady Versus Tweed And The Infected Toe, there is only one weapon.

THE BOOTIE.

But it’s not a particularly effective weapon, since we are now on Bootie #3.

Hello up there! Hai! Take this off, or I will.

It’s too big for him. The last one was too small for him. The first one was just right, until he ate it off.

I eventually got tired of it, so I just cut off all his legs. It makes his tail sexier anyway.

The good news is – his toe is totally healing and looks really good (but also creepy, because it’s been shaved). No thanks to Tweed, who eats everything I wrap his foot in. I have gone through more vet wrap than I ever thought possible. They are starting to greet us with a roll in their hand at the local Tisol.

The Infect-o-foot has not stopped Tweed from having a good time.

Who wouldn’t have a good time sandwiched between these two hawt bitches?

What a hard decision for a dude!

This one is the yin to his yang (and her own)

But this one has a tough, bulldog-like exterior and a heart of tennis balls I MEAN GOLD!

Together they are Unstoppable Cuteness.

As you can see, Piper is getting along with Miss Maeven The Raven just fine. Maeve is VERY VERY ANNOYING:

but Piper is maintaining and even enjoys a good game of bitey-face with her every morning.

Interestingly, it is the baby of the family that is put out.

Please send her back to where she came from.

I’ve been getting the cold shoulder. If we all sit around on the sofa of an evening to watch tv, Wootie is napping in my bed, in the other room. When I go to bed, he slides off with a pitiful expression and crawls underneath it. You KNOW he’s pouting, because he doesn’t like to sleep under the bed where the Grumpy Tweedigator lives at night.

Now he’s trying to win back my love by being A Good Dog. This afternoon, he posed for a photo op all by himself. I was standing there admiring the view and I heard this little whimper … I turned around and he was doing this:

Sassy little thing.

Look how cute *I* am, Food Lady!

Which of course inspired me to try something. Something that was FAIL.

No matter how hard you wish for it, Food Lady, I am not Phoenix.

Yeahno. It’s too scary.

(But if you need me to, if we are ever lost, I can dig us to safety.)

Wootie thinks winning me back is probably a lost cause. He’s decided to go Team Guy.

Too bad his teammate is only thinking about one thing.

I hope we are leaving soon, so I can eat the bootie in the car. Mmmmm …. bootie ….

No matter what happens with Maeve, I already know I have the best, most devoted dogs in the whole world.